Battles Poems - Poems about Battles

If instinct could alert beforehand; Reflecting moments as all stand... The ought process of echoing mind, For rights to get wrongs tightly bind- Assign each voice unto confident tears, Without been paired with fearful glares. That, would make a day so bleak off sorrow, And elegant enough to seek anew cum morrow. If patience could read through broken glass... Flexing with a system depicted...

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When truth is reversed into lies, a silent cry takes its place. And when this happens, prayer becomes the only weapon against the cruelty of the world. A cry the world refuses to hear. A pain that goes unnoticed. A silent cry in a solitary room— and yet, a flicker of hope, a thought still blooming beyond the ache. Trust becomes a fragile thread— easily frayed once...

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In the silence between battles, where echoes fade into the dust of forgetting, War weaves its tale, a silent dialogue between shadows and flames, What are your plans, oh war, what surprises do you prepare for us in the shadows, Where do you see yourself in a month, in five years, when silence will fall? Let's talk about your...

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May 19 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 32-34 Key Verse – 2Chronicles 32:8 With him is an arm of flesh; but with us is the LORD our God to help us, and to fight our battles. FAITH IN GOD WHO HELPS US FIGHT OUR BATTLES God helps us fight our battles in our prayer-plight Verily hearing...

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I decided to leave small battles for small fighters: I stopped fighting those who gossiped about me I have stopped fighting with my relatives I stopped fighting for love and attention I've stopped fighting for my rights in rallies I stopped fighting to please everyone I left this fight to those who have nothing to fight for anymore I began to fight...

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The peace they display is a ripe fruit from thousands of battles, They walk among us, in a silence that intrigues and soothes, We think they have always been this way, under a benevolent star, But this peace vibrates like metal hammered a thousand times, It resonates with the memory of blows and raw wounds. A hundred years of inner...

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I  do not fan the fires that were sparked by hate, But fuel the ones that light the true path No matter what has failed in the past We stand on the intentions of unity and prosperity We have issues of love and faith that proceed thoughts of wasteful and useless acts We will not grieve for fights we've lost But...

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They called me a coward, said my words would hide, Too scared to face the storm, I’d run and confide. My thoughts were shadows, secrets locked tight, In silence, I fought my own ing fight. They wanted thunder, loud as hell, To shout like lightning, break the spell. But my voice shook, a flickering flame, Afraid the truth would tarnish my name. They...

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Its cold and lonely this place no windows no doors to escape just gated locked in separeted Not yet rated in sane lots of pain past and present lots of years of fallen tears know one can Hear see a broken vessel shatterd crystal clear near our far pieces scattered every where Trailing back to...

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Like ancient rivers carved in stone, These marks tell tales of storms now flown, Of battles fought when night was long, Of learning, slowly, to belong. These faded paths upon my skin Speak not of where I've fallen, but where I've been— Each one a chapter, not an end, A reminder of my power to mend. They whisper now of distant days, Of how...

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Before there was time/ As we know it/ Before there was you and me/ There is, was and will be/ A great battle/ Between two brothers, friends, foes/ Who knew each other well/ Both want to be heard/ To be loved, to be right/ They shared deep secrets/ And kept many things to themselves/ Afraid that the others/ Would find out/ They were so similar/ Yet so different/ The both...

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A noblewoman who never sheds scars from fragile eyes, you won’t hear her inner child cry. A palette of purple pride hides horrific truths. We hid behind a small frame, evading the regiment’s reign. I used to watch you plant us with buds of hope and wonder why you lived a life starved of chirping joy. No rays from the serene sun...

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Alexander The Great was born in Macedonia in 356 BC, led to believe From a boy by Olympias his mother, and to conceive He was born of the gods, legend inferred he was the son of Zeus, Ruler of the Greek gods whereupon the people did deduce, That he was a hero, a god somebody remarkable. In fact, he was...

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Thinking about us I come undone Looking back I don’t know Whether we lost or won Voices in my mind That I just can’t translate But I know I’ll learn to appreciate I’m not laying blame I’m not keeping score I just wish I could find Who I was before All was taken And more was lost A dissociative fugue Cost us the lot What am I supposed...

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Justice has finally and ultimately prevailed. The flag of justice and equality is unveiled. Not only should the guilty commoners be jailed; Rich, flamboyant, opulent and powerful people Have their spots in jail also, if they violated, The laws of the Land too. Guilty purple Ones must, of course, be incarcerated. Nobody is above the rules and the law. Today, I’m giving it...

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